Boardroom Bill Goes to an Interview

Toys

It took Bill a couple of days before he worked the kinks and knots out of his body, but he felt they were a small price to pay. When he had finally hobbled his way out of his interview, the receptionist had handed him a list of items he needed to purchase and set up his next appointment.

He didn't even know where to begin looking for a "metal chastity cage with urethral insert" or "ball crusher with hanger for addition of weights". When he had filled out his online application, he had expressed his interest in such activities, but it had all been hypothetical. Now that it seemed as though his fantasies might become reality, he was struck by the logistics of getting the items on the list. Did they come in different sizes? Would he have to try them on and humbly tell the toy shop cashier "uhh, this is too big" or "got anything in a smaller size?" He began to sweat thinking about such an embarrassing scene. Regardless, he also felt himself growing more and more excited about the future, and he reckoned that he was willing to suffer some temporary embarrassment for the pleasure he hoped to experience being tormented by Ms. Sanguine. He wondered to himself if it would truly be physically pleasurable. She could very well have him screaming his safe word in the first few moments, but he thought that just hearing her laughing at his pain would be emotionally wonderful to him. He couldn't wait to be completely helpless and at her mercy. He craved to give himself to her.

It turned out that there were plenty of websites offering the toys he was searching for, and most of them had very helpful guides on picking the right model, and importantly, size. The selection of different styles made his head swim, and he spent an entire evening comparing and reading reviews before he had finally purchased all of the items on his shopping list.

On the day of his appointment, he placed his toys, along with his hopes, in a discrete computer bag, and pointed his Mercedes towards Ms. Sanguine's lair.

After parking his car, he hastily grabbed the bag and nearly skipped to her building. He didn't even notice the angry honking when he crossed against a red light and made his way up the sidewalk to the frosted glass door.

He tried to hide the anticipation in his eyes and the excitement in his pants as he pulled open the door and stepped into the foyer. A gentle ding sounded to let the receptionist, who Bill noticed wasn't at her station, know that someone was waiting.

After standing for a few moments, Bill decided to have a seat in one of the waiting room chairs. The smell of leather emanating from the furniture only heightened his anticipation. He discreetly placed his computer bag on his lap to hide the very visible bulge in his suit pants.

Presently, he heard the sound of a door and looked up to see the receptionist entering her station. Her attire was completely different from when he had last seen her in her conservative skirt and blouse. This time, she wore an outfit consisting of strategically placed black leather straps that revealed plenty of skin and a choker collar. Bill surmised that her duties extended beyond the reception desk.

"Miss Sanguine is just wrapping up with a client, Mr. Richman. She'll be with you shortly. She asked me to confirm that you brought everything on the list", she said as she looked at him expectantly.

Bill clutched at the computer bag, saying, "Yes, ma'am, it's all right here," but he remained seated.

The receptionist held out her hand, and raising a disapproving eyebrow, said "Give me the bag, Mr. Richman. I was told to confirm it's all there."

Bill was struck by the double embarrassment of this young woman rifling through his private fantasies and the fact that he would lose the only thing he had to shield his bulge from her eyes. Regardless, the look on her face told him that it was not a request, so he stood up and made his way across the room holding the bag in front of himself.

He handed her the bag through the sliding window, and taking it from his hand, she pointed to a place on the floor a few steps back and told him to stand there with his hands to his sides. Bill reluctantly did as he was told as she opened the bag and began her inspection.

With each smirk, giggle, and inquisitive pause she made, Bill could feel his face turning another shade of crimson. When she came across the chastity device "with urethral insert" she smiled and looked directly at Bill's groin, which had become more and more engorged from this humiliating scene.

When she had finished her inspection of the contents of his bag, she smiled again and said, "Very good, Mr. Richman. You did well at getting the complete list. Also, I'd like to compliment you on your tastes. Maybe I'll have the chance to play with you sometime." Her mouth was smiling, but her eyes were those of a polar bear sighting a helpless baby seal. "You may have a seat", she said as she left her station, taking his bag with her.

A few moments later, the black door opened revealing the receptionist, and she invited him in. As Bill stepped through the door, the receptionist told him to wait kneeling with his eyes downcast. She then disappeared from his view.

After kneeling patiently for a short while, Bill heard the click clack of heels approaching him, and felt his heart increasing its tempo. He tried to take deep, calming breaths. He felt a fingernail trace its  way up the back of his neck, causing him to involuntarily shudder, followed by a hand gripping him tightly by the hair.

Still gripping Bill's hair, Ms. Sanguine made her way in front of him. With his head bowed, Bill could make out that she was wearing tight black leather pants and a pair of short Victorian style black lace up boots, the heels of which looked nearly like spikes.

Pulling his head back by the hair, Ms. Sanguine lifted his face so that his eyes could meet hers. She made a mental note that he did not immediately avert his eyes and actually spent a few moments looking at her face. She couldn't blame him. She was the object of his adoration after all, but he would have to learn that such rewards must be earned. She let a stream of her saliva fall into his upturned face and then slapped him in the cheek, leaving a handprint.

"Do not look at my face without permission, worm.", she hissed. Letting go of his hair, she watched him quickly bow his head reverently. She stood before him, arms crossed, waiting for his obligatory apology.

As expected, Bill began stammering, "I'm sorry, Ms. Sanguine. It was an accident. Please forgive me and be merciful, Ms. Sanguine."

Stacy laughed. "You will have to earn forgiveness, but you can put any thoughts of mercy out of your mind. Now strip! I want every bit of my toy to be readily available to me."

Bill nervously began removing his clothes. He could feel her eyes on him, and he could smell the leather that adorned her body. When he finished undressing, he neatly folded his expensive clothing and placed the pile on the carpet next to her feet.

Stacy looked down at her new toy, kneeling pathetically at her feet. No part of him was safe from her now, and she relished the feelings of power moments like this brought. "You may greet me properly and thank me for allowing you to be in my presence", she said.

Bill immediately bent down and kissed the toe of each of her boots saying, "I greet you as your pet and toy. I am yours to use in any way that pleases you. Thank you for allowing this lowly worm to bask in your glory."

Satisfied, Ms. Sanguine turned and walked toward her throne. She snapped her fingers at Bill, and simply said, "Crawl."